Regular 5FF readers will recognize a lot of this, but the difference here is, you get to comment — and the comments were pretty heated, last I checked.
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They are the joint product of the politics of grievance and the growing expansion of government. The taxes that made the mobs dependent also armed the paramilitary police that contain them. You have one government department handing out Obamaphones and another handing out MRAPs to the cops. HHS gives out Obamacare and the IRS enforces it. (…)
The only people who don’t belong in this tableau are people who work for a living. In Ferguson, schools have been closed, stores shuttered and businesses shut. Does anybody remember — or care — about the convenience store owner whose robbery was the proximate cause of this dust-up? No, because he was only the victim of a “prank” who has no spoken lines in this grand production. He is no more than a bit player, a prop even, in the inexorable drama of progressive history.
Marxism has always had a particular hatred for “shopkeepers”; the guys who cook your ham and eggs in the diner or pick up the trash in the morning. It reviles as ridiculous the people who and try and get by without being uplifted by noble thoughts of race, class warfare or the Engines of History. Yet the ordinary productive man is who actually makes the world turn; who builds the Obamaphones and who provides the cigars to steal.
The attitude “if you don’t want trouble, just hand me the cigars” is met by its fatal twin: Police Officer: “if you don’t want to get shot…just do what I tell you.“ In this universe there is no room for freedom or behavior based on shared culture. There is no room for individual responsibility or limited government. That went out of style along with the old document called the Constitution that nobody reads anymore. All that is left is an insistent crowd outside of a fortified distribution center.
In 1990 Fuller was working on the British-French co-production Chiller, a TV anthology adapted from the short stories of Patricia Highsmith.
For his episode Fuller chose The Day of Reckoning, a violent eco-parable about industrial chicken farming that ends with the patriarch getting pecked to death.
Fuller had twelve days to shoot it, and didn’t have time to thoroughly vet each location…
Why are the residents of Ferguson, Missouri—a majority of whom are black—represented by a local government that is almost entirely white? This question has preoccupied a few scholars and journalists since last week.
On Friday, Brian Schaffner, Wouter Van Erve, and Ray LaRaja wrote an interesting post at the Monkey Cage that looked at these disparities and suggested that it was largely due to two factors:
1) the timing of local elections (Ferguson’s city council elections are held in April of odd-numbered years),
and 2) the non-partisan nature of local elections there.
Both of these factors tend to depress turnout substantially, and seem to depress turnout disproportionately among African Americans.
Comments get JOOOOOOO!-y surprisingly fast this week…
“Offensive” isn’t the word that springs to mind when glancing at Thought Catalog’s constantly updating front page on any given day. Typical fare includes “17 Ways to Tell You’ve Gone and Grown Up” and “5 Reasons I’m Jealous of Pregnant Women”: gluten-free fare by kids for whom “nostalgia” means “the 1990s.”
Naïve, self-absorbed, overly earnest, poorly written stuff? Absolutely. But “offensive”?
Well, yes, if you’re the awfully important-sounding Nieman Journalism Lab.
Amusingly, Nieman’s mission statement, just like Thought Catalog’s, expresses a prim, pageant-contestant-type concern for “the future of journalism”—a future that, if the former gets its way, will not include the latter.
Caught the original The Letter (1929) on TCM this week.
If you’re interested in race and cinema, this is a must-watch.
Also if you like “crazy women on film” and “American kabuki” style acting by heroin addicts.
Besides the meeting of the “white lady” and the “half-Chinese woman,” I’d have to go with, “Rubber rubber rubber rubber!!!!”
Science: We like music we listened to when we were young because we were young when we listened to it
Certainly, my young brain was (probably) far more receptive to “weird” music than it would be now.
I still hum these distinctly un-hummable songs because I listened to them on heavy rotation in my teens:
To be a modern leftist is to embrace a constellation of lies. They eat lies as if they were corn flakes. Leftism is based on a false premise, and all political systems whose roots are planted in quicksand will inevitably sink into totalitarianism. They start with one flawed premise—equality, which is a laughably obvious lie—and embrace it as an untouchable truth. And they will tell a billion other lies to protect that main lie.
You’ve heard the lies again and again…
Alas, I can’t agree with Goad’s conclusion: that mockery should be our weapon of choice.
As I’ve said countless times, we’ve been making fun of political correctness since the movie PCU, and it’s only gotten worse.
If satire worked, then Charlie Chaplin would have prevented WW2.
Elia Kazan’s classic A Face in the Crowd is a good primer on Barack Obama’s rise and fall. Lonesome Rhodes arises out of nowhere in the 1957 film, romancing the nation as a phony populist who serially spins yarns in the most folksy ways — confident that he should never be held to account. Kazan’s point (in the film Rhodes is a patsy for conservative business interests) is that the “folks” are fickle and prefer to be charmed rather than informed and told the truth. Rhodes’s new first name, Lonesome, resonates in the film in a way that Barack does now. Finally, an open mic captures Rhodes’s true disdain for the people he champions, and his career crashes.
— Ryan J. Reilly (@ryanjreilly) August 17, 2014
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) August 17, 2014